Like a man was in jail
In his cell still alone
Went out and did prevail
Back to life and its dawn
Fears from chest did disappear
Open to me the heaven gate
Mind acute and so clear
All my time recalculate
People around become nice
Full smile my face regains
Luck to me opens twice
In large joy I remain
Every minute of life counts
Little things have meaning
Like more rain after drought
Returned love as sacred being.
12/4/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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